Page 63 of Purity

When he starts rubbing my clit, I whimper.

“You’re going to beg me to stick my cock in you.”

“Yes! Please, Cole.”

“Not yet.” He rubs faster. “Is this how you like it?”

I shift back from his hard fingers, trying to find my rhythm. “A little softer.”

He eases his touch to a little more than a tickle, and it’s perfect. Electricity spreads from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. “Of course,” he whispers into my ear, “you’re soft. Soft and sweet like an angel, and I’ve wanted to soil you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Cole!”

He lets go of my wrists and places a palm over my mouth, pressing down hard. “Not now. Only when you come.”

I moan, and the sound is muffled against his hand. Abruptly, he withdraws his hand from my clit, and my hips jerk at the loss of his touch.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” His eyes are nearly shut.

“Yes.”

As he gets up to undress himself, I look away for a moment, nervousness starting to flutter over my skin. The sound of plastic ripping open makes my whole stomach flip over. That must be the condom.

This is really happening. In a moment, I won’t be pure anymore.

Cole

I’m never letting her go.

Those soft brown eyes stare up at me as I grab my cock and place it between her legs. As I start to work my way inside, a warm wave washes over me, making me dizzy. “Oh Christ, you’re tight.”

“Too tight?” As soon as the words are out, she winces and turns her head. “Sorry. What a virgin thing to say.”

Oh God, she’s sweet.

And all mine.

I grab her by the chin, gritting my teeth as she clenches around me. “You’re perfectly tight, but you’re still going to take all of me, Angel. Do you understand?”

Her eyelids grow heavy. “Yes, Cole.”

When I push myself all the way inside, I let out the groan I’d been holding in. It sounds like a roar to my ears.

It’s only when I start to move that a shred of humanity pulls me out of my primitive sexual haze. I glance down at her, and those pretty dark brows are drawn together.

I place my hand on her cheek. “Oh Livvy, baby. I forgot to ask you if it hurts.”

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t.”

After running my fingers from the back of her neck to her scalp, I grip her tightly by the hair. “Tell me the truth, Angel. You promised to God you would.”

“It’s just a little uncomfortable, but it’s already going away, and I don’t want you to stop. I want you to call me a good girl again.”

Tenderness tightens my chest. “You are a good girl, taking my whole cock.”

When she stares up at me with those big, beautiful eyes—full of awe and trust—I lose myself. Here she is, my angel. I caught her, and now that I have her by the hair with my cock deep inside her, I’m never letting her go.

I’ll be good to her, but I won’t let her go.

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